Spiritual things can only be understood by symbols taken from things which are familiar to us in this life. In a sense this fleeting life itself is a symbol. History is a symbol. The whole phenomenal world is a symbol. The reality lies behind it, like the real light behind the Cave, in Plato’s Theory of Ideas. This is not to say that Islam agrees with the Vendatists in calling this whole visible world an illusion. It is an illusion to suppose that it is the only world. But it is equally an illusion to suppose that this world is of no consequence. It is of as much consequence as our thoughts, feelings, dreams, and Life. We have to make use of them, study and respect their laws, and obey the duties imposed on us by the spiritual part of us being entangled in their chain. But they are not eternal, and they will pass away. Our duty is to prepare ourselves for the truer life, the eternal life : we emancipate ourselves from them, not by fleeting them ((for that is impossible)), but by fulfilling our obligations in them, as an apprentice or probationer attains his real position by completing his apprenticeship or probation satisfactorily and so ceasing to be an apprentice or a probationer.

From this point of view there is an allegorical meaning in all experience, history, and spiritual teaching. The temporary relationships, the fleeting events. our triumphs, defeats, and difficulties in this phenomenal world, are the bridges through which we pass to the higher world. Our temporal experiences are the foundation on which our greater and real Life is built up. This greater and real Life is not merely a thing of the future. It is within us all the time, if we only seek its truer light and try to fulfill our lower and temporal functions by the more stable principles with which it furnishes us.

A couple can share their lover’s burden, where each would only be carrying half the amount.
A couple can share their lover’s happiness, where the joy would be twice as merry.

It’s not yet time for confessions or jumping to conclusions.
Life sways me to and fro. Like the waves that trick you into thinking they’ve come to stay, but in an instant they pull away.
God listens as I pray. He cups my cheeks in his warm and gentle hands, kisses my tears away, and makes everything happen just as He planned, somewhere in the previous eternity.
My triumphs are my losses.
My weaknesses are my strengths.
The present will be the gift the past lets go, for the future deserves it.

Let me know you to let you know me now, before and later.

I’m in love, but don’t dare say it.
I’m in love, but don’t dare show it.
I’m in love, but…it might just be me… does it really take two to love?

Aku ngga tau, ini aku yang nulis apa bukan. Yang jelas coret-coretan ini ada di journal merahku. Udah kucoba cek via Google tapi belum ketemu. Tapi masa’ iya ini aku sendiri yang nulis? Ngga percaya ah.. *pikun dan GR mode: on*
….objects of our awareness undergo a never-ending flux. Nothing is absolute. What you believe in now, all those evidence you trust as true, may change instantly or gradually. Unless you want to believe.
That is why I choose to believe that cows are created for the benefit of mankind. Milk, cheese, yoghurt, etc. Cats on the other hand are there for us to show affection, to learn how to make reflective fabric from studying how their eyes seem to glow in the dark….

See? I don’t believe I’m this good at words (are they?). But I totally agree with the idea. Perhaps, I happenned to stumble upon this article and just had to copy it down somewhere.

‘The men where you live,’ said the little prince, ‘grow five thousand roses in the same garden … and they do not find what they are looking for …’
‘They do not find it,’ I replied.
‘And yet, what they are looking for could be found in a single rose or in a little water.’
‘Yes, indeed,’ I replied.
And the little prince added: ‘But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart.’

HOW DARE YOU rob me of my sleep
and send this surge of energy into me without a place to release it?
HOW DARE YOU be so sweet so nice but altogether so untouchable?
HOW DARE YOU let your image roam freely in my mind when your mind is sincere and locked for another?

She lies on her back in bed.
The room is dark, her hands cover her face.
She silently weeps. Tears seeping through her fingers down the sides of her cheeks.
Tears of anger, confusion, loss, and need.
Her shoulders tremble as her heart crumbles.
Let her cry.
Let her cry.
Let her tears wash away the expectations, dreams, hopes, and sweet nothings with him…
Sweet nothings. are nothing..
Nothing she can hold.
Nothing she can protect her fragile abstract organ with.
Let her fall asleep, in her heart-shaped garden.
Her tears magically turn into honey dew.
It twinkles in the dawn light and helps her grow.
Let her wake up the next day.
Bright and cheerful.
As the name her parents gave her.
To shine and shine forever on…